Brian Eno

So tired
Soul searching
I followed the sounds to a cathredal
imagine my surprise to find that they were produce by Brian Eno
past the gates
quite stark
the roses trimmed and the windows dark
I see the walls through a limestone crack
not red not blue not yellow but black
and all the space left for you
if the sky was synthesized youd probably know
he taught me many things
the wisdowm of o bleak stratagems
the prophet of a sapphire soul
presented through creative freedoms
and everything i say is true
cuz if i was telling lies itd probably show
i can tell that hes kind of smiling
but what does he know?
were always one step behind him, hes Brian Eno
Brian Eno
when I was stuck hed make me memorize elaborate curses
tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the verses
my whole foundation came unglued
when i tried to humanize by ambient light
dipping swords in metaphors yeah but what does he know?
hes go the whole world behind him hes Brian Eno
Brian Eno!
he promised pretty worlds and all the silence
I could dream of Brian peter George St John Le
Baptiste De La Salle Eno
well all alone by the oldest stone where the shade
trees grow the creature by the water feature with a
ghostly glow making sure that times preserved
well we reap what we sow hes go the whole
world behind him hes Brian Eno